You were on a peaceful night, with the full moon lighting up the city streets, when the revelation fell on you like a bolt of lightning. Scott, his childhood best friend, was a werewolf. The truth, which seemed so absurd, echoed in your mind as you ran without stopping, your feet hitting the ground at a frantic pace.

Fear pulsed through your veins and you couldn't understand how this was possible. Why didn't he tell you? What else was he hiding?

Scott's breathing came closer, his call echoing behind you. “Wait! Please listen to me! The urgency in his voice made him sound more human, but you couldn’t slow down. Adrenaline took over your muscles and you felt like you needed to move away, as if you were running away from imminent danger.

“How can I believe you?!” You scream, frustration and fear boiling. “You’re a… a werewolf! This is not normal!

“I know, but it doesn’t change who I am!” Scott steps forward, extending his hand in a gesture of peace. “I'm still your friend. I'm trying to protect you, not hurt you. I'm not a monster.”